We squeezed every last drop of summer fun out before school started this year. I always get SO sad when summer is over. Flexible schedules are the best! Plus, night time trips to the beach, parks, water parks were the best week night activities. Now it's all about the bedtime. UGH, the dreaded bedtime. Why can't I let my kids go to bed at 10PM and school can start at 10AM? Who thought a 630 bus stop was a good idea? Definitely an insane person. Lol.
The last weekend before school was no exception. Amongst our family fun we actually got to celebrate 5 people's birthdays! Waterslides, pools, parks, loads of fun!
The never ending costumes in my house. The kids, especially Quinn and Viviana are obsessed with costumes. EVERY single weekend, costumes. Vivi is the ninja-pirate-buzz-lightyear.
And in our insane heat, the indoor play area at the mall never gets old. Plus the employees at the Dairy Queen now how to make me the world's most mini-cone to fit into my diet caloric intake for the day! Woot Woot.
Always jumping. All. Three. Kids.
My little ballerina girl. Cause wearing a tutu & ballet pink makes you a ballerina, right? ;)
My fearless water monkey. Like throw herself in with no swimmies monkey... gotta watch that one.
Because of the angle of the picture above, doesn't it look like Quinn's little friend is holding him with one hand?
We got to celebrate Papa's birthday this weekend. He sure is special to our family. I'm not sure what we'd do without him, the best Dad in the world!!
And he always lets the kids spit out, I mean, blow out his candles with him....now that's love.
School starting is just sadness to me. It's a reminder how fast they are growing & how few of these left I actually have (for Judah, I only have 10 more of these first days of school before he's in college!!!), it's a reminder summer is over and all the fun we had. Sigh.
But the kids sure love going back to school. Even though Quinn, my comedian child/clown said he was too shy for kindergarten! Crazy kid. He'll probably be doing a solo dance/singing act of "Wiggle" by Jason Derulo for his whole class and I'll get a call from the teacher when he says "whatcha gonna do with that big fat butt" (thank you summer camp older kids for teaching my children the lyrics to that whole song). Lol
I have to think back when Judah started Kindergarten.....
And then Judah was in 1st Grade when Quinn started Pre-K midyear
One of my absolute favorite things to do with the kids is to take them out individually as often as I can. It's just good for our souls. We can be silly, skipping down the street, give & get lots of kisses, I can tell them things about how awesome they are without worrying about making one of the other kids feel like I don't think they're awesome too. Plus being with just one kid is so much easier, they are usually so well behaved, which, ahem, ISN'T always the case when they're with each other.
A few weekends ago I forgot to post pics from my weekend! Vivi & I got to go on a special date downtown.
You gotta stop & smell the flowers.....
She's a boss.
She got to shop for a special necklace at Forever 21...thankfully she steered away from the giant necklaces & chose a small rhinestone bear. Not that I'm against my daughter looking like Mr. T now....
Viviana is by far my most shy child but she is SO silly and a total ham. She talks non-stop & notices everything. She picks up on all the jokes & even tries to tell jokes. Mostly potty humor, thanks to two big brothers. Sigh.
Now speaking of parenting being harder with more than one kid, here is a classic example.
Guillermo was helping a friend out so I was a single mama on a Saturday. I'm bound & determined that it was going to be a GREAT day. I had mentally refilled my patience & was ready for the day.
We successfully went to our favorite thrift store. The kids were great, they listened & they found a few treasures. Great morning. PLUS Saturday's are my cheat day so I'm full on fat kid happy. I knew I wanted pizza for lunch.
Judah was happy & great.
Viviana was happy and great....
And Quinn was happy, for a few minutes....
And it's all sort of downhill from there....
And the pizza was heavenly. What could go wrong?
Well, kids, kids could go wrong. At any moment.
Quinn joked "I'm going to eat some cheese" (the sprinkle parmesan cheese). I told him he'd better not and turned my head for a few seconds to help Viviana. Or maybe to look longingly at the pizza with cartoon hearts circling around my head. Either way I looked back and he had cheese all over his tongue and I saw the big giant slobber mark on the TOP of the cheese. He had LICKED the top of the cheese.
Now I'm telling you, I wanted to explode. I can't tell you how often I feel like no one hears a thing I'm saying at home and I have to repeat myself constantly at the house. But you'd think at the table, JUST telling him no, he would listen. Or have common sense enough to know that's a BIG naughty no-no. But no.
I literally wanted to do things that would've gotten DSS called on me in the restaurant. So instead, I made him sit in time out on the floor for the rest of lunch. So if you were anywhere in the vicinity of Ladson Rd on that fateful weekend where a little boy sat on the floor and watched his family eat, with the Mom probably turning purple like an angry minion, that was us.
Jesus, take the wheel.
Darn you parmesan cheese. Which don't worry, we fessed up to the waitress, and she went & cleaned it!